My Diamond is Fragile

NEED SOME MEDICINE

Abah and Ummi are also all friends in the orphanage who did not expect, Yasmeen has to leave so soon. But all is a destiny that must be lived with sincerity. Although it was hard for Yasmeen to part with her foster family who had been nurturing since childhood, she had to go with her husband wherever he went.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Yasmeen was immediately taken to Jakarta. They were in separate cars. Stop for a while at a restaurant in the rest area.

"Well, strong right drive until home?", seloroh Arya.

"Back dong, it should be Papah. You're really fit, right?",

"Udah is healthy and excited" replied Arya.

"Jaudah, Papah's pesen cepet love our grandchildren",

"Whoever! Mah, Pah thank you for always supporting Arya. Thank you for believing in Arya, we go straight to the apartment later. A lot of work that Arya needs to check" explained Arya.

"Yes, Mamah knows. You guys be careful on the road. Relax in the heat",

"Mamah Papah is also careful on the road huh" Yasmeen said.

They say goodbye to each other and then part ways to return to their homes. Papah honking signs want to leave first. Just a few minutes Arya was preparing to get into the car she found an incoming message that read :

'Heard you were now with another woman, it hurts more than when you left me Ya'.

Her net was round, her breathing was rough yet Arya tried to remain calm. However, he did not react in front of Yasmeen. For a long time he had never been in contact with the sender of any form of message.

"Mas Arya why? Dizziness", as if he could feel something was going wrong, Yasmeen's premonition was so strong.

"Ah no dear, just a bit sleepy" replied Arya.

"Mas Arya wants a break?" asked Yasmeen.

"Mmm break, baby? Could too.. I think you really need a break first", suddenly bright idea in the head of Arya.

"Why do we find a place first, baby? What do you think of Yasmeen?", continued Arya.

"Yes, don't be forced" Yasmeen replied innocently.

Capitalize Arya application try to find the nearest hotel with a good rating. The journey from the rest area is only about 10 minutes to the hotel. Book the best room in a 5-star hotel located on the border of Jakarta.

"Mas, but he said that there was a lot of work at home?", asked Yasmeen still with a plain look typical of him.

"Beautiful, we will continue the journey in the afternoon" he replied.

They enter the superior type room and Arya immediately breaks down her body. Yasmeen was busy looking around.

"Here dear, Yasmeen also rest first", pinta Arya by patting her palm on the pillow.

Yasmeen, who had become a fully obedient wife, followed her husband into bed. Activities that are still the same as at night when they want to go to sleep. They face each other, Arya stroking Yasmeen's hair occasionally peeping at her forehead.

"Mau dong Mas, Yasmeen wants Mas Arya to be healthy. Do not be sick again?", replied Yasmeen.

"Mas still hurts, must be quickly healed. Now Mas Arya is in need of medicine dear",

"Oh yeah, Yasmeen took the medicine first in the bag huh mas?",

"Not that drug.. The cure is Yasmeen's embrace", he said spoiledly.

"Help?", asked Yasmeen clumsily.

"Yes.. The same kiss here", Arya pointed her forehead.

Shamefully Yasmeen did as her husband had asked.

"Have you?", asked Yasmeen.

"Again, this one hasn't" Arya replied as she pointed at her cheeks.

Yasmeen did it again. This time she continued by stroking her husband's curls. Then stroked Arya's cheeks that were a little rough because of the hair that began to grow. They exchanged looks with smiles.

"Yasmeen dear is it the same?",

"Darling.", he answered softly.

"Dear dear, Yasmeen will not help you take refuge from the temptations of the devil?", asked Arya with a serious face.

"How did Yasmeen help Mas Arya",

"Yasmeen read the prayer: Bismillah, Allahumma jannibnaassyyaithaana wa jannibi syaithoona maarazaqtanaa (prayer before intercourse ",

Yasmeen followed what Arya asked without knowing what she meant. Then it happened again, the scene where Yasmeen first felt like he was soaring. Observing him the face of the Caucasian girl was as calm without rejection as before. His mark is ready.

Yasmeen is so difficult to penetrate with hers that is above the average size of Indonesians. He screamed but was no longer held back. Because in this room their activities are free from people's hearing.

This time they are in a series. The long-standing desire of Arya was restrained, that afternoon was watered with halal. Somehow they started it, which obviously they had to pay a charge for a speck of blood stains on a white bed sheet.

"Dear sick?", asked Arya in her sexy baritone voice, after the game was over.

Yasmeen just nodded. She still did not understand how her husband could make himself cry and happy simultaneously.